I’ve been reading a lot of thought-provoking posts on blogs lately. They are all incredibly amazing writers with many offering candid, revealing truths. So, I wanted to offer this confessional that I just couldn’t allow to burn within my inner being another second.

These writers have inspired me to keep pushing the envelope. To continually think outside of the box and reach for all that is possible. Being an incredibly private person I’ve often left a lot of my personal life in safe concealment out of a long-standing ingrained mechanism of self-preservation.

An enlightenment occurred as I began to share my non-fictional writing in a public forum a year and a half ago. They liked me, right now, they really liked me! All two of them. I soooo wanted to high-five Sally Field with the mutual bond she and I now had. I had written creative true life stories all of my life but now, sharing them openly, was becoming incredibly cathartic.

Which leads me to taking you down a far different path in this missive than you’re used to from this guy. To unabashedly reveal to you how imperfect I can be at any given moment just as I was on this particular occasion. It was a Saturday evening as I sat at home pondering any and all possible plans. I had reflected recently that life was flying by at mach speed and I needed to make some changes.

It was time to board the Crazy Train and see where it might take me. To do something obscenely against the rules. To think outside the box and take some chances. I would, for once, dismiss any worry about what judgment might be passed upon me by friends, family or co-workers. IF I got caught. I shotgunned my first beer then slammed another using my bare wrist to smugly wipe away the drops of suds that were left dripping off of my lips. With that courage juice I felt a pat on the back from Anheuser-Busch that told me tonight I could be my own Clydesdale.

I was going to channel my inner Joel. Sometimes you have to say, what the fuck…

I looked at my faithful Golden Retriever, Phoenix. My best friend and companion of 10 1/2 years now. Standing regally and loyally next to me, always my protector. The soothing feeling I have always known that he will maintain my confidence, privacy and secrets forever. Yet again he offered me his usual reassurance here:

Phoenix, “I will throw you under the bus the first chance I get…”

Past My Curfew has always been what I consider a PG site. Family friendly and something Disney no doubt has wished they could model a fun park after. But, the Blogger Rating Guild has deemed this specific post to be Rated R. I ask please, that you have the children leave the room until you have finished reading from this point on. It’s just not appropriate for young, impressionable eyes.

Ok…let’s jump right in…

That’s right. Poultry gone wild. It was an orgy that was so naughty and fowl. Completely naked, telling me I could do anything I wanted to them.

They enticed me to bathe them at the Le Buttermilk Spa. Their subtle groans of delight made my pulse quicken.

Adding to the fervor they requested a delightful full body dredge containing various aphrodisiacs. My clothing all of sudden seemed restrictive.

They relaxed and murmured while basking amongst themselves. Passing secrets back and forth just within earshot of my already overwhelmed thoughts.

My blood was pumping with adrenalin when they chose to go hot tubbing. Giggling, squealing and shouting that they were going to be the best sizzling goodness I had ever experienced. Their estrous cycles had become an orchestrated sin to send me over the edge. This was my first time ever and I was giddy as a school boy.

Sweet Baby Ray came to the party next, followed by a hot seductress from the Ranch. Lastly was the ever wanting Ms Honey Mustard who made eye contact with me. We both felt the instant chemistry. We wanted each other badly. She whispered softly in my ear, “I’m going to be a party in your mouth, baby…”

They all went to the table encouraging me to join in as the excitement of adolescent years gone by stirred inside of my soul. The inside of my mouth became warmer and wetter. I began licking my lips with anticipation, nostrils flaring, weak to deny myself of what all the innuendoes had built up within me.

I could no longer resist the temptation. The wanting looks. The sexy winks. Yes, this would be my night. My first time chicken stripping.

For those who have followed me, you know I often give shout outs to other bloggers to thank them for all of their support to Phoenix and I. Today my big thank you goes to my blogger friend, Kristi. She reminded me of being in the moment and hence inspired this very post.

She shares the most fascinating stories on her blog relating to her family, life experiences and every emotion across the spectrum. What will truly move you are her thoughts, emotions and experiences with her adorably cute son, Tucker. Click on over to Finding Ninee and discover the magic yourself! Thank you so much for all of your kindness and support, Kristi!

Mike Vogler

I have been told (many times) that I really need to write a book about my life. The past 50+ years have been an exciting ride, and these days I find myself with a great many passions. However, I feel that this website is a much more personal way with which to share my musings, stories and commentary.

LOL. Seriously, Dude, out loud. It’s almost 1:00 a.m. here in the nation’s 50th state. I was reading this in bed and had to leave the room so I wouldn’t wake up my husband—-because he would have asked me what was sooo funny and then I would have had to try to explain this post. He might not have been as amused. He can be cranky when woken up because of an R (pushing the envelope of X) blog post about a mild mannered civil servant getting it on with chicken. I hope you don’t hear from Child Protective Services since your activity appears to have taken place in front of a 10.5 year old’— and don’t think the “dog years” defense is gonna fly—not even in Nevada. (Before I was a self anointed travel blogger, I was a lawyer. I know these things).

I don’t know if I would call my blog thought provoking or not. I don’t care but I like to blog.
At one time I had my blog rate and end with PG simple I use the term knife not in violent way. I’ve ran into a few male bloggers. Which I find there posting interesting . One might say I fine men easier to deal with.
Nice dog. I came in from bloppy blog on facebook…Coffee is on

Ayeee!! No, no, no! Kristi inspired me to be myself and be in the moment. The Rated R was entirely me. Epic lost in translation. Off to the Principal’s office to get my detention sentence. I’m so glad you liked it, Lizzi! That is a huge compliment 🙂

p.s. In all fairness, Kristi did post a video of her grasping her left you-know-where. Chicken strips have nothing on that 🙂

Cooking can and should be so very sinful don’t ya think, Lizzi? 🙂 I really want to learn how to take a video of Phoenix and I (like a meet and greet) then figure out how to resize it and post it. Technological genius I am not 🙂

Mike! First this video gave me the laugh for the day! You should add a page to your blog and call it Recipes… But, with a twist! Love how you wrote this recipe! You’re a great writer making even chicken sounding sexy! Loved that post!

This post wasn’t what I was expecting at all – and that’s not to say that I didn’t love it for I did. But I thought you were going to take me from a feathered chicken to the end result that we’re ready to slide down our throats. I was expecting intestines and pin feathers, goupy guts and a first time look at how to dress a chicken. Maybe another day when you have time on your hands.

LOL…you just made ME laugh hysterically! I sooo have the giggles that you thought I was going to clean a chicken. I still have a couple of more hours to go and this comment is going to keep me smiling the entire time. Thank you, Leigh! 🙂

DUDE. I was completely captivated from the initial stripper chicken because hello to captivating, hilarious, nerve-wracking and um I cannot COOK well until I try in which case I rock but I never try these days…
I cannot tell you how impressed that I am too that you are smart enough to realize that any chicken thing that involves easily picked up means that SAUCE is key. Dude you rock that you did the sauce.
And thank you so much for the shout out. It is YOU and Phoenix who are amazing! For realz.

You are very welcome and deserving the shout out and so much more, Kristi. Phoenix and I are very blessed to have found you as our friend. It was a lot of fun to try something different or I should say in a different way. I appreciate your compliments always! 🙂

Hi Mike, Thanks for this Nice post But to be honest with you ! I really don’t like Chicken But it’s really nice summary for Chicken Stripping as first time ! I do understand first time experience 🙂 so great it 🙂

Thank you for the compliment, Disha! You can do something very similar with fish or just be creative with whatever you like! Obviously these were skillet fried but with a deep fryer you could do anything! Great for you to stop by 🙂

Haha! I totally enjoyed that post, Mike. That was such a fun read and here I thought I was getting uncomfortable in your opening paragraphs 🙂 Very clever way and those chicken fingers look delicious. So, what was in the aphrodisiacs?

I’m so glad it gave you a good laugh how wonderful to hear from you, Michelle! It was a different angle for me to go so it definitely threw a few people initially but it looks like it turned out well 🙂

Ok, I know the video and article go together.
Probably it is my wrong use of the word ‘precursor’. I used the word precursor meaning to prepare or what to expectation. So what I meant is, the dancing ‘stripper’ chicken was like a preparation of what to expect in the post (a ‘salacious’ article on chicken stripping). 🙂

This is an awesome post – so far from the boring recipe brigade! I was giggling all the way through. You have a very clever way with words 🙂 You know what? I may even try to make this dish too – I wonder if the chicken will speak to me in the same way though 😉 !

I definitely tried to spice things up and offer something different, Johanna! Sorry the other one’s have been boring. I do try though. It’s really easy to make and if you like chicken strips these homemade ones are absolutely delicious! So wonderful to hear from you, our friend 🙂

Whew, talk about Food Porn!:-) Haha, absolutely love what you did with this Mike, what a fun (and unexpected!) read! And inspirational to think outside the box and try new things…whether it’s a new writing style or a dish we’ve never cooked on a Saturday night.

I sure appreciate the writing compliment and even more so the Phoenix adoration. He is very cute and I thank you so much for saying that, Debbie. It definitely put chicken tenders in a whole new light ha, ha 🙂

oh you so had me going then!! I was scared to scroll down to see what was going to be R-Rated, and yet I so wanted to know….
then bam! Those naked chicken strips got me….now I am hungry for crumbed Chicken thighs – with a sweet chilli sauce.
So not fair how good you are with words 🙂

How awesome for you to notice and mention that Suzanne! I’ve sure worked hard with this blog and the results have continued to improve. Silly melting pot that it is. It’s great to hear from you, our friend! 🙂

Ya, I sure hit a “place” while writing this one for sure, Kim! I keep stretching my legs but sometimes I’m “there” and sometimes I’m not. I prefer the former 🙂 Thank you for your compliments…awesomesauce! 🙂

LOL well then I guess I did pretty good with the diversion. It was a lot of fun to do and I so appreciate that compliment, Mandi! Yes, Phoenix is always more than happy to dime me off. Man’s Best Friend…thrrpt! 🙂